Okay so, this is a little A/N.
The reason why I normally don't put one of these with my stories is because I want you all to be able to fully enjoy the story and I'm sure nobody wants to know what I think about it. (plus they remind me of those wattpad days where a/notes were like 3 pages long)
But, I have some explaining to do here.
So, after putting the first chapter online of a story that I have been working on for over a year and a half , someone asked me if this story was a remake of the story 'Prince Kurt' by xoxoACH.
I then read that fanfiction and it actually is a good story, I have to give that to her. So if you wanna check that out you should definitely do that.
But, I will now tell you how I got to the idea of writing this story. I was actually sitting in my English class and we were reading about Hamlet and Shakespear and I actually was going to write hamlet Klaine, but it got too weird and confusing so I changed it back to normal Klaine in the 21st century.
I have thought of deleting the whole story from the internet and maybe doing something with it like president kurt or something later because I don't want it to look like I copied the idea, which I actually didn't.
So, that's why I felt the reason to leave an a/n with my story. If you are here for a remake of Prince Kurt then I'll have to dissapoint you, you'll have to go to xoxoACH for that, but this story is strangly enough very similar so if you want, feel free to read it.
I do not own glee
It's 9.55 pm and Kurt sits on his bed in a skin tight jeans with a dress up shirt and a vest. He went for the bowtie to finish his outfit once again.
His only goal of the night is to find a few paparazzi's that can capture him and his boyfriend kissing. He must be on the front of every newspaper tomorrow morning. Correction He'll have to be up early enough to give his dad the newspaper. Or what would also be very cool is that he would march in the palace at 9pm and that he would pick up the paper on his way.
At 9.58 pm Kurt snuck downstairs. He turned off his lights and tried to close the door as silent as possible. When he went to the place him and Chandler normally met Kurt was thrilled to see him. They knew there was staff around. So Kurt silently pecked his lips before going outside. Kurt closed the door without a squeak.
They started running through the gardens, those were a good 3 km long, but it's better than getting caught. They were guards everywhere in the garden. "I missed you today." Kurt said as silent as possible. "Really? I didn't think that a prince would miss a normal party guy like me" Chandler said. Kurt laughed silently. "Well here I am. And yes I missed you today. You're a duke in line. Well there is a big change you become prince of the king." He said. They were at the end of the garden and Kurt laid his arms around Chandler's waist. "I don't think that I'll be the next duke after this stunt." He said, it made Kurt smile.
"Come on. Who decides who gets to be the next duke?" Kurt asked. He could see Chandler thinking. "The king. You should know that Kurt" he said. Kurt nodded. "I do know. Who do you think is going to be king in a few years? Me. My father started to get me ready for the throne." Kurt said. He took Kurt's hand and helped him over the gate. Chandler didn't say a thing.
"When will you have to stop seeing me?" He asked a bit later. "This morning." Kurt said. Leaning closer while walking away from any guards that might see them. Chandler stopped again. We were in the middle of the field now. And I looked around us to see if somebody saw us. "Why are you here then?" Chandler asked. Kurt just shook his head. "Chandler. I... Love you. I. I want to share my life with you" Kurt said. Chandler shook his head. "You aren't even king yet and people are saying you can't see me anymore." He said.
Kurt sighted and kissed his nose. "Well then I'll just say fuck you love is love and I'll try to stay away from Russia" He said. Chandler smiled. "Thank you Kurt. Thank you for loving me" Kurt nodded. "Come on. Tonight is going to be awesome" He said. They started running through the field. Hand in hand. They kept running like this through the city. Kurt is sure that a few people stopped to look when they saw 2 guys hand in hand running through Copenhagen, but he doesn't think that they have recognised them. It's too dark in the streets.
Being a prince gets you in pretty much every club. So it took them like only 5 minutes to get into the club. Chandler let go of Kurt's hand and they looked at the packed club. "You know we won't have fun if we stay standing here like this your highness." Chandler said before he started making himself a way through the crowd. Kurt followed close behind him.
He doesn't actually remember that much from that night. Kurt does remember that at some point people started recognizing him and that Chandler started kissing him when they did.
He also remembers that when they left the club at 1am and the paparazzi were going crazy. They were chanting things as 'Prince, Prince. Is that your lover?' 'Is your father going to ban you from the crown?' That last one pulled Kurt over the edge so he flashed them his middle finger and kissed chandler. I don't know how. But after that both boys got home, each tot their own house.
Kurt's alarm went off at 6am. He was still feeling a little drunk, but he knew he had to give his father the newspaper today. Kurt begins to take off his dirty, sweaty clothes. He thinks it's a pity that someone threw up on his pants because now he has to throw them away too and he actually liked them even though it were normal black skinny jeans. After putting on his pyjama pants and t-shirt he feels the dirt on his body and more importantly he could smell the beer and sweat. He would have to take a shower later but he's sure that a shower can wait for another 2 minutes.
It's not that Kurt was actually going to give Burt the paper. He wasn't up for more slapping. Kurt doesn't get why his father would think that he would change because of a sting on his cheek. Kurt wasn't going to change now, not for his father, not after what how he had treated him over the year. Kurt was just going to take the paper and he would go to his parents their room, he'd knock on their door and then he would have to sprint away to his room. He could then probably go and take a shower. For somebody who's still half drunk, it's a pretty good idea.
Kurt made his way down the stairs, it has been quite a while ago that he was up so early. Without actually going to sleep first of course. He has known nights that had lasted longer than 6 am. The first flaw in his plan was clear very soon. He actually didn't know where they put the paper in the morning. Most of the times his father already has the paper when he wakes up. So he first spent 10 minutes searching for some staff who might have the paper or who might know where Kurt can find it. It's in the dining room that he sees a few maids who were making the room ready for breakfast. One of them entered the room laughing out loud.
"Oh god. Mary. You won't believe it after what the king said about his son yesterday night at dinner. But, Kurt is back in the papers. He hooked up with that troublemaker again. Would he still be here?" She said it all. To a girl that was now standing next to Kurt. She looked so shocked at him. Kurt found it very funny. "No. He is at home. And can I have that paper. I want to surprise my father" Kurt said walking up to her taking the paper out of her hands.
"Your highness. Please forgive me" she said sitting on her knees. Kurt helped her back up. "Why would you even do that around me, I seriously have no power around here to fire you or cut off your tongue or something, and if I had, I don't think that anyone would believe me. I'm the one who's still half drunk. Now what you can do is get my father's breakfast ready. He'll need strong coffee without sugar." Kurt said smirking. A few of the maids smiled at them. The maid he just helped up bowed quickly before disappearing in the kitchen together with the other maids.
Kurt walked to the east side of the castle, making sure to leave open as much doors as possible. After a little walk he was standing in front of his father's bedroom. He laid the paper in front of the door. Kurt knocked twice on the door before changing his voice a little. "Your highness. Wake up please." Kurt knocked twice again. He could hear the bed squiking, that was his que to run. Kurt ran fast. Down the stairs through the main hall towards the west side of the castle. Running up the stairs again till he was in his room. He had just closed his bedroom door when 1 voice could be hear all over the palace.
"KURT GEORGE WILLIAM ELIZABETH HUMMEL VI!"
